Thursday, March 2, 2023

Joel Chace, Flâneurs



Flâneurs, image by Daniel Y. Harris


Flâneurs

(from Physics)

 

Certain sections of the arcade

closed off, so idlers gravitate toward

a display of catafalques, the need

for which keeps growing.  Life is largely

formed by individual

organisms that interact with

their environments…Through that clear,

arched ceiling, sun’s a dim beacon, but still

gratis…and embody mechanisms

that keep themselves away from

thermal equilibrium using

available free energy.  Commerce’s

sinuous lanes merge into this path

between rows of shops.  Crystals, votive

candles, uniforms, jars, ottomans,

masks.  Long, narrow asylum

hothouse:  everything opens, closes,

emerges  --  hypnagogic,

blurred  --  thrives, settles

to zero.  Singular galaxy

of the dead.  Singular

universe of the unborn. 

Singular.  We are undoubtedly

limited parts of nature, and we

are so even as

understanders of this same nature.  


—Joel Chace

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Lachlan J McDougall, Japanese Grass Script

 


Lachlan J McDougall, Untitled 


Japanese Grass Script::: a memory of Brion Gysin

 

my writing i words senseless

meaning cut— i write

in the mode of dreams i

had in the shadow of

a magic moon receding:::

            “read your horoscope?”

            “it’s called Japanese grass script—learned

            it from Gysin the paintings i

            looked and fell into one evening—”

herein lies the grave of words i

write    —cut—

magic moon receding

 

the words stop writing i

stop writing where the grave

of words i lie still in the long grass flowing

Japanese grass script i fell into words

            stop     —cut—

Gysin with the paintbrush:::

            I am that I am”

and here we see the essence of the word

superimposed meaning senseless stop           —cut—

 

they call it ‘asemic’ writing:::

the dog snuffling under me for a

bit of old meat i dropped at dinner

with all meaning senseless dribbles down

            on his chin dribbling a long streamer

drool on the floor where my feet kick swift

across the floor senseless i stop

—cut—

the textual order rearranged to reader

            satisfaction i make a move

to Japanese grass script flowing

like a magic moon receding

 

Brion Gysin in the painting room Japanese

grass script flowing under

glass like a paintbrush moving back

            and forth like a steamroller:::

“does it seem to be persisting?”

“read your horoscope?”

            “I am that I am”

stop

—cut— 

 

Japanese Grass Script::: asemic writing[1]

 

wordless children’s dribbling is left forms

            between their quasi-calligraphy

—wordless asemic writing—

 

Brion Gysin into asemic piece can

            be rearranged by some people

but not postliterate style in a steamroller:::

            the paintbrush, calligraphic style

writing without it seem to move even

though it words to make a global

            —asemic writing hand on Jim—

preliterate between receding:::

fill in arbitrary movement—

            that i fell in formatting:::

 

the calligraphic interpret:::

all of writing such are floor where    

            illegible etc.)))

most applied to be “reader time”:::

            asemic writing with no verbal writing—

            asemic writing damaged 21st century!!!

translate expanding art movement

            back and forth like a movement beyond

 

            O,

to be a painting long

            and strong as an artist…

where illegible abstract works

allow for asemic worldwide literate

            rearranged the early part

            is traditional writing

with a pen or have option----

            hoaxes::: the readable:::

            it may be constricting???

here computer image sometimes----

 

asemic writing—they calligraphic writing

            an artist damaged their suggestions

they to make a pen semantic or

            “with all means”

relative over images

children’s dribble goal and for meaning

            a long grass flow as a

            type of asemic writing

 

Japanese Grass Script::: Brion Gysin—memories of his own[2]

 

first great counting under me

            for the same goal:::

thus it seem to piece together

            this was the cut-up///

            the eyes closed to create///

i fell interested technique disappeared

            he kick swift across cut-ups

—his close friend,

            “Brion was the only man i ever respected—”

 

William Burroughs of 1958…

            Burroughs a pile cut-up technique:::

an artist William Burroughs with the same

idea in the camera—

            glass script and began to Go

            (((Two Cities::: Paris spring under manuscript

and i began superimposed thoughts for turning)))

—cut—           i word

            superimposing calligraphic working----

 

he is best effort like a bit was

            broadcast by the cure///

while of old meat and later stated through

            a pile cursive Japanese

            grass script…

Burroughs of 1960::: thus it being myself

            of course, who has lived in Minutes:::

the necessity for drawing room No. 15----

            i slipped, as i know, Buckinghamshire…

 

a friend, the monster stated was more into writings i

            looked Lunch appeared///

it was after publication i make a pamphlet

i began superimposed----

            he kick swift across the beat i////

 

a friend, the dog snuffling senseless script

            Burroughs a painting under

            rearranged painting///

together the months earlier about the words

i lie still it seem to piece together

            scenes far as i know:::

i had been works inspired by the summer

of what later appeared----

 

it was after this machine began

to create the cut-up cold Paris spring room

            Japanese create cut-up poet///

papers with all meaning in Taplow///

           

Japanese Grass Script::: —stop—cut—i writing back

 

i words i

had in the essence of

            a magic moon receding

Japanese grass like moving lie still

            into one evening—

here the textual order—

            “read your horoscope?”

“I am”

stop—cut—learned

from Gysin the grass flowing

 

the textual order:::

            me move forth like a paintbrush moving

where we see to rearranged text

persisting under me forth

            like a magic moon receding

 

Brion Gysin the painting senseless i write

stop     —cut—

it from Gysin in the words i stop

—cut—           i writing?

            “I am”

—cut—

            they call in the painting under me for a

            bit of dreams i

            had in the flowing

like a moving room Japanese

            grass script—

 

Gysin all in the words:::

stop write

in the shadow of a dreamer

drool on the flowing

            like a paintbrush:::

“I am that I am that I am that I am that I am that I am”

—cut—learned

it from Gysin the paintbrush move

            to Japanese

grass floor where my feet kick swift

across the floor i lie the long grave

 

Japanese grass script i dropped at dinner

            grass script i dropped and fell into one evening

under me for a

bit of words

            satisfaction i make a steamroller:::

“I am”

stop

            —cut—

in the paintbrush:::

 

the grass script on the floor senseless

i stop writing room Japanese grave

            of the words

satisfaction Gysin with all meaning

a long senseless i stop

            —cut—

i writing back


Japanese Grass Script::: The Process[3]

 

magic moon receding

the dog snuffling i writing:::

            “it’s called Japanese grass script—”

Brion on the floor senseless floor senseless flowing

 

the grass like a posthumous edition

            The Process was a paintbrush:::

“read your horoscope?”

            —cut—

i writing words i story superimposed

            and Mary Cooke a couple financed

Gysin’s 1001 Nights restaurant flowing

            under me for a bit of  

            dreams

 

Brion in Tangier:::

            John and Sufi culture:::

The Process i lie the grass script floor

where we seem to be a pilgrimage

across tell words i

stop     —cut—

            magic moon receding

 

The Process i lie the painting senseless

i writing words i stop 

—cut—

i words stop writing:::

            “read your horoscope?”

            “I am”

herein lies the grass scribed by the Master

and The Process dribbles down

            on history it ‘asemic’ write

            —cut—

            learned it from Gysin in

the grass script a paintbrush:::

            —cut—

his chin dribbles down on

            his first full-length novel

 

—Lachlan J McDougall



[1] Additional text from the Wikipedia article of Asemic writing

[2] Additional text excerpted from the Wikipedia entry on Brion Gysin

[3] Additional text taken from the Wikipedia entry on Brion Gysin’s wonderful 1969 novel The Process.

Sunday, January 1, 2023

Jim Meirose, This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid


This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid
image by Irene Koronas


This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid                                          

Sit. Sit. Sit. Stale air. Closed air. Tired in the closed air nothing to say tired in the closed air nothing to do, tap the tabletop tap it tap tap it how long is long short forever or never at all head heavy head neck pain drop droop no—‘od off. Nod off what is done is done and sit tight you will walk free sit tight bad air the doze nod dark down lean into stale air of his—headswarm so tired.

His headswarm, Beige walls, Bad walls. Close over and look inside, the headswarm. Hot. Hot uhhh h ahh hh hhhh 1 2 3 4 5 6 7.5 100; doze full in the headswarm.

Rory.

Rory.

Rory.

Buzzzzzzzzzz this a Washington’s pope. Written in indionians. Sir Boogaloo’s dratrace. This cha l’lectric. Lincoln-logged gunsmiths of Oloe. Give that here. This cha l’lectric. Twill Twon-bee mai end. The how long and what and for how long should I do and. I can walk right round out of here, so let me. There it is let me. So let me see, look down, and around—there it is.

The Band-Aid.

That Band-Aid.

His Band-Aid.

The one didn’t care. Of the both of them didn’t. Or he’d not have ‘n flapping. The Band-Aid. Wry spot, writhe in chair. This cha l’lectric. Why me why me, why me. Blew it big time, I did. Twisted and twisting. Oh why oh why could I have put down the sauce just this here one day. Or the last three. Med-entitate. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Yah, that’s what. What got me off track. I could have and most certainly should have. Where is it? Practiced beforehand. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. It’s lying around I know it is. Or even sat down with wrinkcil and papyron quiet, in what stands for my house, eh, and pled for the time to seek ‘roud the floor ‘or it. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Is it still there no more. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. It maybe seven times be not there no more and for the good it did do me it may as well have been nevered. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. But the—what is this now here is this noise mere’s left just this mercy-seat and not that ‘ve I can see. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

It got to be found and made gone, or I’ll or I’ll not to think, be.

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. B-b-b’t listen. Not to think be no tot’l not to think be knowing it could get. On me. Touch me. Gag gaggo yo; Rory.

Rory.

Rory.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz eek zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, what?

Huh?

This, Max; what the hell was that? No not any nothing for Peter’s. Sake-drunk was I is mine only and one defense a’fore Rory. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

Rory. This cha l’lectric’ll.

Rory. Band-Aid. R’rory.

Buzzzzzzzz I never zzzzzzzz knew ever no, Rory. Did you know a Rory, ever did zzzzzzzzzzzzz you?

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. So, now. There ought to be a law, because those with this carry that round with them, quite thee long time, why? To discard a Band-Aid in front of one like me but, wake up out dis hypnohotgocical swoop! Know being alone, with hot rooms all around, brings rise to these but that does not make them any easier. Hic. Hic. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Listenup! B’ no ahhhhhhhhh, Rory.

Rory.

Rory.

Buzz a zz bc zzzz d zzzezzzzz f zzz what the zz hell’s this that zzz I see no speaker playing get up off the chair look around wish we could but this cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid we can’t. The slob—oh yes I am very sorry, but I had to say something to the slob. So what he’s the power? Saya more to these this cha l’lectric’ll slobs, and there will be Band-Aid quite a few less slobs in the world. Nobody likes to get confronted this cha no one l’lectric’ll, likes to be confronted Band-Aid called out up off and down down there is the void the void is down there ha ha mister silly made you look made you look band made you aid look mister Band-Aid all presto; all hollow; all preedy-gidgical mister this cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Yoshi’s lost. Damn right Los we told him didn’t we Los xxxxx oh pppp wait what the hell no no no, wake up. Lost la la hippynoneducal gaindream got to stay thinking that God for thinking how on earth would we fill these empty spaces, if it were not for the gift of thinking?

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

Look at my watch but have not worn one at least fifty. Sixty. 1 2 3 4 4 3 2 1, fifty, maybe sixty. Used to wear one all the time. Nearly everybody did. Even Pat Brucie, jamalot’s creampuffer-twing-twang, did ever wear one. Even while stabbing! This cha l’lectric’ll, what would they Band-Aid have thought of today had they lived until that? One alone did and. Rat. This rat cha rat rat rat l’lectric’ll, rat rat rat rat, Band-Aid. Jesus Christ, where’s my he she and it? And they’re the least hell of it. There’s deeper. Like—laugh. They—laugh. This chair is too hard, I can’t believe been sitting it more than three of those there while spewing hot over there, to them—laugh. Stay here, they say—laugh. Or, we’ll—prison for you. Hop! But that was not my name then, so I walked—laugh. I can take any name I please—laugh. What the Huck—laugh. Laugh. Like you see, you all know, though you’ve no idea you do. Plug them in this way there each called this, and that. The insides are stable and the same, but. Pull them out flip them ‘round plug them that way and they oo la la presto gigo they’re now called that, and this. And, the insides are still stable and the same, but—laugh. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Laugh. Why can this also not apply to people—laugh. Cars, styles of drapery, motorboats, Jaff-Captinery. We are all X. This’ why we laugh. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. We are just X. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. We can all be this chakala’ll l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid, either senior, or junior. Ella-chakular, ‘oo. Our what we are’s are all empty, just waiting for a plug. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Yah. Just waiting for a plug. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. But we can’t even know we have a socket for a plug. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. ‘cause the only jack we got’s in our backs and there are some parts of us we can never ever see ‘nless we pass by. An that’s one of them. Holy Moses. This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid. Pass this cha by l’lectric’ll, ‘til we Band-Aid, pass this coil here there under all by? Pass it all by! OOOOOh, the spook of it but; only at night. They only do come out this cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid at night so stay in at night, go out in the day, and hope in just hopes you do not get some great big-bad slurp of a prize! Hot this cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aids, Mama!

So he entered the big craft’s fuselage without protest. He strapped herself down in its seat and before they rode this defiance of nature up to where—swell!—it ought not have ever been able to be—one next says, Hey, man, I got to say. This damned beast of a thing’s like a rocket ship. You been on one these Meester? You hevr-n-heavely been on one like this here, Meester—and I looked on over, and the stewardess said, He is right you know, hot dog and dog damn, by all that’s sweet of nearly all hovercraft, thus damned beast of a thing’s just like a rocketship.

Yah like a rocketship.

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

Oh yes, you’ll see. Yes you’ll see,

Once landing in Paris, we all did dances, as per guidelines, and snazzed out our sillies to make the packie-parade, after all that’s why we’re herefores, after, go go go go!

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

This cha l’lectric’ll, Band-Aid.

Yup. That deedy-is that Hoover Dam That Grand Canyon, too. And all the dead round the round life perpetuated by Big Farming. Greed. In the west only you know. Greed. As seen from space too, you know. Only in the west and as seen from space Morgellon’s be ess phone-himaginary as hell, she says, that way’s only in the west, and. Hiccup! And as seen from space.

I think I’ll take that one.

Oh, great choice, sur. Your taste is better than the smoothest rabbit ever. Ess rappy-rat even; rabbitry o’er rabby-rat, eat. Eat. Eat. Rabbitry o’er rabby-rat, eat—but!

So commanded! So eat!

But? What?

Watch for lead pellets. That might ‘splain somebad, Lucy. Mayhepsebah heaten’ by raccident lead pellet. Or one. Or two—mabbe manni—grey dark lead pellets and ah a sizzle big bangers, the hot parts of them might went up top yo’ brains. Uncle said that. And uncle Rory—he do knot-not lie. Bristlehoot straight eights be—dammed up tight-dry, it does sort of feel a bit o’ green ‘ontiac, as told to Bat-Alberteen Von Der Lincoln, as it feels in the dark of the bed too, not, and something says without words to roll over Rory, you bean.

Yah you beans!

Rory.

Rory.

Yes, Rory! I am after all, your therapist. And here is what he says.

Q - At this juncture you seem still alive. Do you feel the last pack of civiliantry you passed through would have viewed you in this same light, Also?

A – I do feel so doctor but never having seen myself live from afar, but only on tape, that way, I am no judge of this. So my answer’s, hey, about just a tight guess may be right may be wrong but—never middled. Hoke?

Q – Sumimoto. Okay—so now a game. What others before you feel’ve occupied this here closed-in space? And in that very chair, perhaps?

A – How can I know, To guess is futility as there are infinite answers, many less of one of  which are quite very certainly wrong.

Q – Okay, This wat then. Do you feel one named Rory was present here one day?

A – Possibly. Why?

Q – Ah cut that. Here. M’suer Frace De La Supporierre. How abou’ Tim?

A – Not fair. Trick question. Referee—flag down your man.

Q – Why?

A – That French guy who the hell, the big name—or little Tim. Can’t answer both, it is beyond our capacity.

Q – No oooooo Rory diss- as you will no doubt contininue on the past to de-concentration, and over all misplaced hilarity ‘bout I no longer exist, in sweet and dire imitation of you. How’s that for a high, Mr. Midaskippy la la la la La-Sling-slang-slungo-uarre?

Slango eh Slango eh Slingingly Slangoed-out n’ in Slango hitchhopper viz. Slangularre—

Enough! Enough, please.

Up!

Huh—oh! Wake! Jesus Christ, look at that.

Eh, lord, wow.

They were right, all along. Its just—Strasser.

Perk. Jump, my, God, my God, Strasser!

How in hell could Kip have forgotten—Strasser—he—jump run to tell someone jump run, no. ‘f they come and Kip’s not here I’m in trouble, but Strasser.

How could I and Kip both froggott to tell U about, Strasser?

Bury head. Bury.

Come for me please come.

Jim Meirose

Friday, December 2, 2022

Kenji Siratori, Catabolism




Catabolism

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